Month: November 2023

Sonnet 611

On By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment
I did not seek the name of sonneteer—
Light dalliance in verse seemed hardly wrong.
By writing of and for, I held you dear
And praised your beauty with my little songs.
Sweet poesy but a proxy for love’s words
Since terse ‘I love you’ seemed at best, passé,
My shyness left a love by hope inferred,
Yet lines of rhyme by love entwined did say
More than dry lips and tongue could ever speak
When gazing on your countenance so rare—
But leaning on my pen, I still felt weak
That at a frown, my heart would shatter there.
So did I veil pure love in fourteen lines;
A child at play with peekaboo in rhymes.

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Sonnet 610

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What  act of ardor moves deft minds to verse
Then by sweet dictate begs of bold compare
That beauties ever live the sweet obverse
And borrow value from all things deemed fair?
Why should we say her smile was like the sun,
Or as Troy’s Helen, had no mortal peer?
Bards begging truth call out white breasts as dun
And claim hyperbole gold clad veneer.
But yet what means exist to esteem grace
In flat-toned script bereft of imagery?
How in blank lines to strike a timeless face
In terms not upraised metaphorically?
Here in most high relief your visage penned,
While on reverse, inscriptions Gods append.

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Sonnet 609

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Where bides that noble higher consciousness
That lends such vibrant flavors to the tongue
And crowns the quaint contrivances of verse
To timeless tributes high to heaven flung?
Where is that place of elevated thought
That stimulates and animates the mind,
So mouthed or written phrase by words begot
Can move the soul through harmonies refined?
Where lies the power to lift up common speech
In elegance that dances on the brain,
And in that act, fair images unleashed
Pulse bright in lyric beat to life’s refrain?
Here lift a pen and spellbind words in ink—
That even sages pause, reflect, and think.

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